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House: Cursed
So I was going to post and say, "Thugs still isn't a House song no matter how many times it gets random-shuffled to the top of the playlist this morning." (Twice, once at home and once at work.) But then I realized that it's kind of a fun Ducklings song (there are three of them, somebody's got to be scared of spiders...) given how much B&E House has them doing for him.
I'm kind of meh about last night's ep, mainly just in comparison to last week's OMG SLASHIEST EPISODE EVER. Spent a certain amount of time wanting to hit House with a brick, except that it wouldn't actually accomplish anything--I think Wilson is getting there, though. The intervention didn't work, so it's time for tough love, I guess. (And yay for post-Detox continuity: I choose to believe that this means that internal to their universe, the events of Sports Medicine absolutely must have happened in production order, prior to DNR.) Hopefully this is leading up to the big screaming confrontation following which they make out, but in the meantime it was really uncomfortable having Wilson all prickly with House. When he wound up not telling Chase what was going on I was half-rooting for him to go tell Wilson, so Wilson would be pleased with him. I'm not sure that House's shutting up at that particular juncture makes up for his heights of manipulation and, more, annoyingness, throughout the episode, but... it's something. And House is, in the final analysis, an asshole, and don't let his fascination with monster trucks fool you.
I was kind of distracted by the fact that Lodz was Chase's dad. I think if I wasn't expecting him to drink absinthe and beat bearded ladies and be colluding with Management over Samson's head I probably wouldn't have been quite so annoyed through all the scenes where House kept him around, consulting. Maybe.
Mostly, though, last night was all about my boy Chase (he's 26? he's 30? No one on this show can do math? His parents had a bizarre four-year divorce? House's spies got some dates wrong?) and, wow, I love Chase. The "works for spaghetti" line - you could see the OMG I'M TURNING INTOMY FATHER HOUSE cross his face. I think it hardly needs to be said that I love love love Chase, and his leather jacket, and his messenger bag, and his way with children ("Because we've got a Gabe upstairs, very old, very sick.") and his little face. Almost as much as I love this show for not fixing things between the Doctors Chase and setting our Chase up for a pretty spectacular crash, just about three months down the road.
Also, I suspect that 'Chase' is the same kind of Czech name as 'Lang'. Meaning either there are a lot of Anglo-descended types living in Czech, or a lot of Czech people changing their names when they leave, or something.
Anyway, I'm all pleased with myself because I remembered to tape last night's episode (my God! analog technology!) - given finite hard drive space and a computer prone to total freakout when asked to deal with media files, this is actually the easiest way for me to rewatch episodes. Wacky, huh?
I'm kind of meh about last night's ep, mainly just in comparison to last week's OMG SLASHIEST EPISODE EVER. Spent a certain amount of time wanting to hit House with a brick, except that it wouldn't actually accomplish anything--I think Wilson is getting there, though. The intervention didn't work, so it's time for tough love, I guess. (And yay for post-Detox continuity: I choose to believe that this means that internal to their universe, the events of Sports Medicine absolutely must have happened in production order, prior to DNR.) Hopefully this is leading up to the big screaming confrontation following which they make out, but in the meantime it was really uncomfortable having Wilson all prickly with House. When he wound up not telling Chase what was going on I was half-rooting for him to go tell Wilson, so Wilson would be pleased with him. I'm not sure that House's shutting up at that particular juncture makes up for his heights of manipulation and, more, annoyingness, throughout the episode, but... it's something. And House is, in the final analysis, an asshole, and don't let his fascination with monster trucks fool you.
I was kind of distracted by the fact that Lodz was Chase's dad. I think if I wasn't expecting him to drink absinthe and beat bearded ladies and be colluding with Management over Samson's head I probably wouldn't have been quite so annoyed through all the scenes where House kept him around, consulting. Maybe.
Mostly, though, last night was all about my boy Chase (he's 26? he's 30? No one on this show can do math? His parents had a bizarre four-year divorce? House's spies got some dates wrong?) and, wow, I love Chase. The "works for spaghetti" line - you could see the OMG I'M TURNING INTO
Also, I suspect that 'Chase' is the same kind of Czech name as 'Lang'. Meaning either there are a lot of Anglo-descended types living in Czech, or a lot of Czech people changing their names when they leave, or something.
Anyway, I'm all pleased with myself because I remembered to tape last night's episode (my God! analog technology!) - given finite hard drive space and a computer prone to total freakout when asked to deal with media files, this is actually the easiest way for me to rewatch episodes. Wacky, huh?
